After a summer's worth of hesitation and cogitation about replacing the kitchen after both the washing machine and the dishwasher chose to give notice, not to mention faffing about with possible tiles, and further delays so that the fitters could avoid the Olympic traffic snarl-ups they told us to expect....... the time has finally come to bivouac up one end of the living room with the essential supplies behind a barricade of all the bits and pieces for the new kitchen, while my bed is safely defended by boxes full of pots, pans, crockery, utensils and all those things that filled up the cupboards when I thought they might come in useful some day (possibly).
So from this at its spick-est and span-est
it had come to look like this when the fitters arrived at 8.30am:
and this when I got home at 5.30pm:
It looks cleaner and tidier than it has done for years.